the silhouette of the man inside could be vaguely seen. That was my h
aps it was a doctor's habit to be overly concerned with hygiene. Even
ing ding ding," and a message appeared on th
at the usual
, but I was also puzzled. Who could it be? I c
tly. I quickly put the phone back as if not
, already dre
flat tone,
ay over, even though we were marr
tonight?" My voice tremb
elt like walking on thin ice, afr
you need?" he aske
interrupting what I wanted to say. He a
felt especi
As a hospital front desk clerk, my job was to greet patients
was Josh Blake, th
uickly, your medical
as I hurried
thick stack of
very year, but you didn't listen. Now it's
turned pale, and I stood the
ou should have a mastectomy as soon as po
ill it comple
an guarantee anything
it. I don't want
oking up at a window on the right. It was Jack's
him calling. I felt a
tried to speak
get a d
my ears, and I couldn
couldn't believe my ear
id, "I will pack up my things from h
an explanation,"
r each other anymore. I don't feel
sed the years of our relationship. Looking at the report in my
prevent any mistakes, I took leave from the hospital and we
g about our past. He was a highly regarded neurosurgeon, while I was just a humble hospital
him. After all those years, why shou